The Boy In the Flower Shop

He Is Tired Of This Place

He hoped people changed, he hoped that if their son was gay they would except him. He  hoped they still loved him.

Mathias made his way home after his amazing night with Berwald, to the hellish reality from once he came. 

Anxiety churned his stomach and a sickening bile rose in his throat. It wasn't his mother he was scared of, no, it was his father. The one man that had lectured him since he was young  on the evils of homosexuality, and how all gays would burn in hell. How it wasn't natural. How gay people were broken, and needed to be fixed.

His mother had only made borderline and back handed homophobic comments. Mathias wasn't sure if she was really all that against it, or maybe he just wanted to keep his hopes high.

They didn't need to know he was having sex with his boy friend, they didn't need to know he was having sex. (As they had told him abstinence was the only option.) But what would they say if he told them he was out drinking all night? He guessed they wouldn't kick him out for that.

He pulled into the drive way of his large house, stepped out of the car, and began making his way to the front door. 

As soon as he knocked his father opened it up.

"Where have you been?" His father said in a voice that was soft, but obviously angry. Mathias looked up at his father's dark brown eyes, the one facial feature of his that Mathias didn't have.

"Uh...I was with a friend." Mathias said, it wasn't a total lie.

"And who is this 'friend'" His father asked.

"A boy that works at The Flower Shop with me." Mathias answered.

"What did you do with him last night." His father questioned with an icy cold glare.

"We were out drinking." Now that was a lie.

"So, you think drinking with your friend is more important then God?"

"No, we just got  carried away-"

"I want to meet him." The older man declared. "And his parents."

"How are you going to do that?" Mathias asked.

"I don't know, Mathias. Maybe I was going to ask you for his phone number."

Mathias sighed, and took his phone out of his pocket. Berry was the second contact on his list. (Under his mother, who was constantly texting him.) And recited the number for his father to copy. 

"You should apologize to your mother." Mathias' dad said coolly. "She was fretting over you all night."

Mathias nodded, and his father walked away. Mathias was scared of what would happen to him and Berwald.  

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